It would be so easy. So familiar.
Adam took a deep, steadying breath and sat on the edge of the bed. He clenched his still shaking hands together and struggled to find air. He recalled the allure of that illusion so well. Living in a world without problems.
“Adam?” Madison called from the bathroom. “Will you zip me?”
A world without light.
He had something better than illusion now. He remembered the way Madison had looked as she told him she loved him last night. As she climaxed with him and for him. As she slept trustingly in the circle of his arms. As he’d loved her. That had been no illusion.
Adam rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Madison stood at the mirror with her back exposed. He paused in the doorway and watched his world scowl at the smudge under her eye. She licked her finger and rubbed at it to no avail. Peace settled over him, spreading out from his chest in soothing warmth. This feeling wasn’t found in a pill or a powder or a needle. This feeling was all Madison’s doing.
She noticed him standing there and smiled at him over her shoulder. Heart in his throat, he smiled back.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
He stepped up behind her and slowly zipped her dress. “Yeah, baby. I’ve got this.”
She met his eyes in the mirror and, for a second, he thought she was going to call him a liar and point out how easily his resolve could crumble. How easily life could break him into a thousand jagged pieces and toss him back into the pit of despair he knew so well. She smiled instead. “I know you do.”
Her belief in him gave him strength. He would make amends with Shade and he would deal with his father and he didn’t need drugs to get him through tough times. They were no longer necessary to numb his pain. Not when he already had bliss. Madison Fairbanks was in his life. Not an illusion. His reality. Everything was right in his world as long as he had her.
“You’d better hope my car wasn’t towed last night,” she said. “If I’m late, I’m going to be fired.”
He hugged her from behind and splayed his hands over her belly. “You could quit that job and go on tour with me as my personal sex slave.”
She laughed. “Don’t tempt me, Adam Taylor. I might just take you up on that offer.”
He grinned. Now there was a challenge he was up for. So, how did he tempt the master temptress? He’d think of something before he saw her again. After all, New Orleans was six very long days away.
Acknowledgements
I’d like to thank Beth Hill for her patient and detailed editing skills. She helped me make this story sing. This was not an easy book to whip into shape.
I also want to thank all of my fans for the encouragement and their patience while I edited and reedited this story. Most of them know by now that I’m an incurable tease, but even I thought the wait was a touch sadistic. I hope you’re enjoying this new set of naughty rock stars. Shade’s up next. Prepare yourself. And since I get this question so often, YES, Gabe and Melanie from “Try Me” will get another novella. And so will Adam and Madison.
About the Author
Combining her love for romantic fiction and rock 'n roll, Olivia Cunning writes erotic romance centered around rock musicians. Raised on hard rock music from the cradle, she attended her first Styx concert at age six and fell instantly in love with live music. She's been known to travel over a thousand miles just to see a favorite band in concert. As a teen, she discovered her second love, romantic fiction -- first, voraciously reading steamy romance novels and then penning her own. She recently sold her snow shovel and moved from Nebraska to Galveston, Texas. You might find her on the beach with her feet in the surf, writing about naughty rock stars.
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